Mom and Dad are dressed up to take me home. It feels the same, though, I 'm wearing what I always wear, khaki pants and my tie-dyed T-shirt and my dressy shoes. Dad has to work so they decided to come early. I 'm frightened as I vision going to school tomorrow, however I 'm excited to start at a new school, a fresh start for a new me. As I 'm about to leave, I look around and can 't believe five days ago I was contemplating killing myself. As I walk around I tell everyone bye, it 's almost sad leaving I actually felt like I belonged somewhere for the first time in my life. I say goodbye to Armelio, Humble, Bobby, The Professor, Smitty, Ebony, and Noelle. I 'm really going to miss not spending my time with Noelle and eating in the dining room. I thought I was ready to get out …show more content…
The elevator doors screech to a stop and open. I inhale the scent of the outdoors, it seems like not long ago, I was coming to this place thinking I was about to die. Nonetheless, now here I am living. This is probably enough for some people, to make the "shift" happen in their lives. On the other hand, for some reason I 'm different, I 'm worse, I 'm not like everyone else. Is there something more wrong with me, I wonder as I slowly stepped outside taking in New York City all around me. Many people would love to live the life I live, so why, why am I the one hating it? I just don 't conceive I can do it anymore, to put on a fake smile. I enjoyed how in the Mental Hospital that you didn 't have to put on a fake smile, you could just say you were having a dreadful day and everyone just accepted you. Although, out here, in this world, in society, you always have to put on that fake smile and that is what I believe gets to me the most.The worst thing about my depression is once you know the cause, you can change and not let that happen in your life anymore, however my cause won 't go away, my cause will always be here. The constant worry about school and getting the
Narrative Rough Draft Billy Baker and his sister Taylor Baker daydreamed as they stared aimlessly out the car door window. Finally they were on the road heading east towards new beginnings. Mr. and Mrs. Baker had decided that it was in the family’s best interest that they move to a smaller town. The Baker kids grew more restless by the minute as they got closer and closer to their destination. Their new house in the small town of Clearfield, Iowa was far different from their former apartment flat in Seattle, Washington.
Page 9… Later that day, Mom said the one thing I was hoping she wouldn’t. “Tomorrow, you will have to start at a new school.” I was really not looking forward to the next morning.
The balloons are out, the flowers are in bloom, I smell summer. I smell a summer like no other. Not because the groundhog came out early this year, or because I was one year older, but because I was a graduate, from Gilkey International middle school (finally). Sophie comes up to me yelling, super excited for the night ahead, graduation. As we rehearse our ceremony, in our high inched heels and dainty fake eyelashes Charlie runs up behind us screaming in our ear jumping us out of our own skin.
I realized I would probably never see most of them again, especially the British counselors, many of whom had never been to America before that summer. Of course I could go back next summer if I wanted to, but it wouldn’t be the same. Everyone would be replaced with a whole new group of people that I would come to know and love then never see again. As these realizations hit me, I started to feel numb. After saying goodbye to everyone, fetching my luggage, and scrubbing off the mold that had started to grow on my shower basket, I slumped over to my mom’s good old gray Kia Sportage.
We finally got to Winston-Salem after 2 hours of a long drive. When we pulled up to our new home it was bigger then the last one, I was happy that I moved to Winston, but the only thing was that I didn 't want to go to my new school because I knew no one there and it was going to be very awkward, but when I went the next day it wasn 't that bad, I made new friends so, I wasn 't so lonely. My mom went to work while I was at school. She said that she was glad that she took this job and she doesn 't regret it at all and I was really happy for her.
The feminist lens allows the reader to examine the short story; Where are you Going, Where Have You Been by Carol Oates, with an educated and more insightful view that when understood, inadvertently exposes how present patriarchal and misogynistic ideologies exist within men. A prominent issue within a traditional society is man’s expectation for a woman’s only goal being to satisfy and please a man. This is demonstrated in full force when Arnold Friend condescendingly says; “Be nice to me, be sweet like you can because what else is there for a girl like you but to be sweet and pretty and give in?” (Oates 9). The way Arnold condescends and truly believes in what he says is problematic.
All of the other kids became silent and scared of Miss Fisher. On my way home I began thinking about how much I wanted to go to school earlier this morning. Now, I never want to go back. School is worse than I thought it would be. I thought of it as this fun place of learning and meeting new friends.
In Joyce Oates story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been” (rpt. in Thomas R. Arp and Greg Johnson, Perinne’s Literature: Structure, Sound, and Sense, 11th ed. [Boston: Wadsworth, 2012] 492- 506) Connie is a fifteen year old girl who would stereotypically, be considered “the girl next door,” and because of her certain actions, finds herself wishing she had chosen a different path. Connie is a usual teenage girl who is constantly checking herself in the mirror and always looking for whatever trouble she can get herself into. Contrary to Connie’s belief, good looks aren’t always a charm.
The spilling of lemonade and ice dream. I am going to miss Alex and your smart remarks. I’m going to miss Baylee’s cheerful self and postivie attitude, Fern’s greeting everytime he walks in. Erica’s shirts that always remind me of something lol. I’m going to miss all of my little Highschool friends..
The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain. I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones.
Instead of fulfilling the depressed stereotype by moping and and wallowing in self-pity, I delved deeper into my disorder by developing new vices. I constantly skipped class and devoted my time to people and things that were less than deserving. As a result, my relationship with my family deteriorated and the bond that took me almost four years to form with my closest friends was virtually nonexistent. It angered me that things in my life were so chaotic. I blamed it on everyone else but myself.
I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.
I never smile and it feels like I can't. My mouth just won't form a smile anymore. I had on my BearPaw boots, black leggings, a blue and pink skirt, an oversized pink sweater that I got from a clothes
Personal narrative Depression can be a monster and destroy the lives of people, but in my case it help me express my emotions better by helping me be more honest with myself. Depression has never been alien to me. Since middle school I have danced with the devil. I do not know what triggered it then, but it was mostly likely hormones. Despite that ever looming sadness over my head, I was still doing well in school, at least as best as I could do, I still hung out with people and I was still social when I had to be.
Depression can cause severe symptoms that can affect how you feel, think, and handle your daily activities. Depression is always accompanied by sense of suffering as well as the belief that escape from it, is hopeless.